It's Been a Year of Silence: Finally Can Write

sometimes, the night is the quietest place
i can hear my own words, in my head, they race

it's been this long year, and it's been a long time
since i could put my thoughts into a poem, a rhyme

maybe it's hard to write out thoughts when you don't understand
what's actually going on deep inside your own heart, and..

sometimes, i miss the old days when things were easier to do..
when it was easier to talk to and feel you.

and sometimes, when the air feels cold again it reminds me
of all those winters i spent trying to be

someone that doesn't blend in, and someone that knows
the realities of the world, well that path i chose

led me here, and sometimes i wonder what's right
my solace and comfort i find in the stars at night..

it's just a little bit of a feeling of being far away
but i hope that you'll understand me truly, someday.

sometimes, i miss that feeling of being pulled close
and the words that sounded like you, "i want YOU the most"

and i daydream, quite frequently, of a life that's not mine
it's just my own convenient way of passing the lonely time.

does anyone listen? is anyone out there understanding this?
i'd do just about anything to see those old people i miss...

i can tell you the truth, and you'll never forget it
i've learned so much in this silence, i guess i can't regret it

you can show me your colors, i can tell you my own
i can say in the past year, i've spiritually grown

gotten rid of the past that i'd rather not admit to
look ahead to the future, i have something to move on to,

get a life, learn to see, learn to finally just be,
learn to listen to the silence, learn to be me,

i sought out a person, one night in the dark
maybe someday, he'll find me and steal back my heart.

as for now, i can wander through a world that's not right
and still feel at peace, and be apart of the light

if i just keep dreaming, keep thinking, keep trying,

i know that this loneliness will.. fade.. away..

so here i am, come find me, souls like myself..